five counties out in oregon think that they ought to split/and stick themselves in idaho, where there is holy writ/I hope they like potatoes and the horse and buggy age/and trains that only ever run on very narrow gauge.
do not kill the kangaroo/tho tasty in an aussie stew/be kind to hopping critters, since/you can always eat a quince/then feel humane and kindly too/oh, do not kill the kangaroo!
there's this guy named sabatini/who must have had a large martini/when he said that socrates/would be canceled like bad cheese/sabatini's point seems dim/since ancient athens poisoned him.
We're running out of babies/or so the experts say/women do not want them/and men are turning gay/but oldsters grow like mushrooms/they live so long that we/are entering an era/of post-senility.
Nowadays some gummy bears are laced with THC/and skittles get you higher than a tall sequoia tree/no telling where they'll put it next; perhaps in chicken soup/I wouldn't be surprised if hagen-daz/puts out a scoop.
Russians think that melting ice/is as bad as loaded dice/without polar ice to keep/enemies at bay, they'll creep/right around the old north pole/putting ruskies in a hole/but by then, with water rised/we'll all be fully bapatized.
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